The speeches continued. A surprising number of the groom’s friends wanted to put in a word, but it seemed they had nothing to say. They stumbled for the most part towards the facetious, a sort of boastful inarticulacy. Why, I wondered, did the white New Zealanders, well educated and ...
we were not in school, and there were no chores that couldn’t wait until Monday. Sunday was, indeed, different from all the other days of the week, because everyone seemed to be on the same schedule, which means that there was one day when everyone seemed to have time for everybody ...